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RUS MY BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH

♡ Rus - Valentine's One-Shot ♡

Written by @/justsamwich

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Your heart was pounding in your chest, keeping time to the music that played from your phone as you looked over your appearance one final time. Whatever it was that Rus had planned for the two of you, he’d been awfully careful about keeping it a surprise. In fact, the only thing he’d been willing to tell you was that you needed clothes you could move in, which was… vague. And, knowing your boyfriend, perhaps a bit ominous. Before your mind could wander too far down that trail of thought, there was a knock at your door. Despite the nerves, you smiled as you hurried to answer the door.

“H-Heya, sweet pea.” There Rus was, standing at your door with a light dusting of purple already on his cheekbones. He held out a heart shaped box of chocolates and, fittingly, a sprig of small, pink flowers. Sweet peas.

“Hi, Rus.” You answered, “Are those for me?” Even though you knew the answer already, it was cute to see the way he puffed up a little, clearly proud of his gifts.

“Of course, only the best for my valentine, after all.” He boasted. You giggled and took the gifts. Rus waited for you to put them away and collect your things before you came back to the door. Then, he gestured dramatically to his moped. “Our chariot awaits!” “Not so fast, you haven’t opened your gift yet!” You chided the skeleton, holding out a small box. He looked a bit surprised that you’d gotten him something, but nonetheless grateful as he took the box from you. You bit your lip as he opened the box, hoping he would like it. He pulled out the bracelet, colorful charms meant to look like ferris wheel carts hung off the chain, swinging back and forth. He was quiet for a few moments. “This is- I mean, I love it. Thank you.” Rus stammered, already fidgeting awkwardly to try and put the bracelet on by himself. “It’s so cute! And I-I mean- how did you even find something like this?!” You laughed a bit, stepping closer to help him with the clasp.

“I have my ways,” You teased with a wink, “and we have plans today, right?”

“Right!” He agreed, straightening up a bit. “Are you ready now?” There was a teasing lilt to his voice that made your smile widen just a bit. You took his hand in your own and gave it a little squeeze.

“I am now.”

Despite the sunny weather, there was still a bit of a chill to the February air as the two of you rode through the city, and you found yourself holding onto your boyfriend a little tighter in an attempt to preserve your warmth. He must have noticed, because he looked back a bit to reassure you that your destination wasn’t far.

It was only as he pulled in to park that you realized where he’d brought you. The diner was as cozy now as it had been on your first date- maybe even a bit cozier, with the decorations they’d put up for Valentine’s Day. You took off your helmet and passed it to him, and he stowed it next to his beneath the seat.

“Surprise.” Rus spoke softly, his hand resting on the small of your back as he started to lead you toward the door. “Or- Well, surprise number one?” He added a little conspiratorial ‘nyeh-he-he’ at the end. You rolled your eyes, but it made you happy to see him so confident. He’d certainly come a long way since you’d met- or since your first date.

The inside was decorated even more cutely than what had been visible from the windows. Sparkly tinsel hearts in a variety of pinks and reds held menus at each table, and a number of plush valentines toys from over the years stood sigil on the walls that separated the booths. Despite the changes, the diner still held its uniquely 70s themed charm that had drawn the two of you to it in the first place; the walls and chairs were a variety of bright colors that just barely bordered on neon, perhaps to match with the lighting over the bar.

As you and Rus were led back to a table, you realized that most of the couples in the diner were a good bit older. You didn't mind, and it seemed like Rus didn’t either, especially since it meant the place had a more peaceful, quiet atmosphere. You figured it was probably less overstimulating for him this way. “This was a good idea.” You praised him, delighting in the way it made him smile in just a way so that it reached his eye sockets. Tearing your eyes away from the sight to look at the menu was a difficult task. “Honestly, every time we come in I wonder why we don’t come here more often, but then… Well, it feels nice coming here on special occasions.”

“Yeah, I get what you mean.” Rus agreed, pausing for a moment to order drinks for the two of you. You softened a little, resting your chin on a hand as you set your menu aside. Sometimes he really made you wonder if he could read your mind. The staring made him flush a little as he looked back at you. He cleared his throat before continuing. “You know- I think last time we were here, you said almost the exact same thing. It’s cute.”

“That’s-” A familiar warmth flooded across your face, and you fought the urge to cover up your blushing. “So not fair.” He chuckled, giving you a smug grin without a hint of remorse for his teasing. Stars, you really were head over heels for him.

With the arrival of your drinks came your opportunity to place your orders, and shortly after that, your food. Rus had insisted on your very first date that a good meal was best shared over a good puzzle or game, and so, as was tradition at this point- the two of you took alternating turns trying to solve the peg board puzzle at your table. Once it had been solved, the two of you would issue the other challenges to make it a bit more difficult. Or, in some cases, impossible. Usually, Rus would catch you in an impossible puzzle, but it was satisfying to turn the tables every so often. And the look of surprise on his face always gave you a good laugh.

With lunch out of the way, the two of you headed back towards his moped. And then… walked right past it? You gave your boyfriend a puzzled look.

“Ah. We could drive, if it’s too cold for you.” Rus offered, “But we’re only about a block or so from the next surprise. There’s a park we can cut through right around the corner.” “A walk sounds nice, actually.” You decided, linking your arm with his.

The two of you turned into the park. It was just a few small hills littered with playground equipment and paved trails. You could tell it wasn’t quite as lush as it usually was when springtime rolled around, with the trees still devoid of most of their leaves. It was still very pretty, though. More than anything, what caught your attention was that the hills were covered in clover, not grass. You considered bringing Rus back here once it got a little denser, and telling him about how humans like to look for four-leafed ones.

In a matter of minutes, he’d led you to your destination: a roller skating rink! From the outside it was unassuming. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the giant roller skate logo next to the word ‘SKATE ZONE’ you might not have realized what it was. Rus wasted no time in escorting you inside and renting skates for the two of you. He seemed really excited, judging from his smile and the way he kept sneaking glances at you. You gave him the best smile you could muster up with your nerves going haywire.

They continued to spark more anxiety in you as the pair of you went to the edge of the rink and sat down to lace on your skates. Even more so as Rus finished up and got to his feet with practiced ease, offering you a hand. He looked as confident on the skates as he did on solid ground- maybe even moreso. You’d finished getting the skates on; all you had to do was take his hand, but…

“I’ve never gone roller skating,” You blurted out rather clumsily, looking up to meet his eyelights. “I-I’ve never been, and I’m really nervous that I’m gonna embarrass us both.” Rus chuckled, moving to sit back down beside you.

“Gingersnap, you’re not going to embarrass us. Or me, anyway, I can promise that.” He attempted to comfort you, and you gave him a pouty look. “W-What I mean is, when I was learning to skate, I humiliated myself tons of times. We’re talking some pretty spectacular failures. Like, lucky my skull is still attached-”

“Okay, okay, I think I’m getting the picture.” You cut him off, laughing a bit. “And I’ll be holding your hand the whole time.” Rus reassured, leaning in to press his teeth to your forehead in his equivalent of a kiss. “I won’t let you get anywhere close to anything that bad.” When he put it that way, the panicky energy that had been working overtime in your brain finally started to die down some.

Taking advantage of the moment, you slowly and clumsily worked your way up onto your feet. You’d wanted to offer him a hand, like he had offered you earlier, but you started to roll back a bit. Before you had the chance to panic, Rus caught you, one arm wrapped around your waist firmly to help you steady yourself. Once you were stable, he slowly switched to just holding your hand. The first movements you took were awkward and clunky- your body still trying to walk, rather than skate. “Hold on, don’t lift your feet so much. Try and push yourself along- and lean into it a little.” Rus instructed, trying his best to demonstrate without leaving your side. You watched him for a few moments, stiffly replicating his motions until you were able to move a bit more comfortably. You were slow at first, but he didn’t seem to mind, allowing you to set the pace as you found a rhythm that allowed you to pick up a bit more speed. Every once in a while you wobbled a bit, your grip tightening to what you were sure was crushing his hand. You felt a bit bad, even if the skeleton hadn’t said anything. You tried to let go, but he quickly took your hand again.

“Nope, this is mine now.” He teased. You rolled your eyes. Before you got the chance to retort, the lights began to dim, replaced instead with a rainbow of multicolored spots that danced along every surface in the skating rink. The music got louder, too. The modern pop was exchanged for some cheesy 80s funk tunes, and Rus’ face lit up. “Oh man, we gotta dance to this!”

“We have to what?!” You yelped, legs suddenly feeling as unstable as they’d been when you’d first started. “Oh no, no no no. You can dance-”

“Trust me, sweet pea.” Rus chuckled, very slowly turning you in a spin. It didn’t exactly match the cadence of the music, but it was nice that he kept you at your pace. “I think you can, but if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” You shook your head.

“I think I’d rather see what you can do without having to lug me around,” You joked, “Besides, it’d be nice to take a break.” Rus nodded, helping you get to a wall and settle comfortably before moving a little distance away to have room to dance.

He was… too good at this. With no hesitation at all he spun around and skated backwards in a pseudo-moonwalk; all the while he kept one hand firmly planted on his hip, the other pointing to the ceiling and crossing his torso to point to the floor in big goofy gestures. You had no idea where he learned to move like that, but it was as entertaining as it was endearing. His other (self described) “sick moves” featured the robot, the sprinkler, and quite possibly the worst take on the worm you’d ever seen. Apparently that was where whoever had been responsible for the music change drew the line, because things went back to normal after that.

The two of you spent a while longer simply skating around, Rus even talking you into letting him pull you along as he raced a few laps as fast as he could. By the time the two of you were leaving your cheeks were sore from smiling so much, your legs were sore from all of the skating, and your stomach was… uncertain about the nachos you’d shared. Rus offered a shortcut back to the moped, which you gratefully accepted, and before long the two of you were back at the skeleton home.

“H-Hey, um… I know it’s getting kinda late, and we’ve had a bit of a longer day that I planned, but I do have one more surprise, if you’re up for it?” Rus offered as he put your helmets away. He seemed somewhat nervous, judging from the way he avoided looking directly at you. You swore he was already blushing, and the anticipation of whatever could have him in this state won out over your exhaustion.

“Rus, I’ve had an amazing day. I’d be so bummed if I didn’t see it all the way through to the end.” Your answer seemed to reignite his confidence, a big smile lighting up his face as he excitedly took your hand and started to lead you to the backyard. “Oop- okay!” You laughed, barely managing to wave at a few of the others as you passed by. Rus stopped hard at the back door, and you bumped into his back. He gave you a bit of an apologetic look.

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” Rus carefully took your face in his hands, looking you over for any sign of injury. He seemed satisfied to find there wasn’t any. “Do you mind closing your eyes for me? I don’t want you to see anything before I get it going properly.”

“Alright,” You agreed, closing your eyes. “Just don’t let me trip over anything.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Rus agreed, his hands leaving your cheeks to meet yours, carefully guiding you into the backyard. Slowly, he sat you down on what felt like a blanket. It was quiet for a few moments.

“Rus?” You called, wondering if he’d left for some reason.

“I’m right here. Keep ‘em closed for just one more minute…” He was… typing? Did he have his laptop? Why did he have his- Before you got the chance to ask, a familiar song began to play. The two of you listened to it frequently, you’d told him how much you loved it on your first date.

“Can I open them?”

“Go ahead.” Rus hummed, setting his laptop aside to scoot closer to you and drape an arm over your shoulders. When you opened your eyes, you were met with a brilliant display of lights dancing across the backyard. All hearts and inside jokes, and simply things that looked pretty. And all of it synced to a playlist that he’d compiled during your time together. You didn’t dare speak, afraid of missing some small detail that he’d painstakingly programmed into the light show. No, you waited until it was over. The grand finale came with a much slower song, one that had made you think of him, but that was a detail you’d never confessed.

“This song makes me think of you,” He admitted, cheekbones dusted with that familiar shade of purple. You glanced over at him for a moment, and he just chuckled and pointed back at the lights.

‘I <3 U!’

“I love you too, Rus.” You laughed a little, practically tackling the skeleton to the ground in a hug. He held onto you so tightly you thought he might never let go. Not that you really wanted him to, anyway.

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